The Snooze of Complacency

In the missalette my Parish uses, there is a little paragraph at the beginning of each Sunday's section, sort of summarizing and sort of drawing out the themes of the readings. Usually they are quite simple, well done though plain. Once in a while, they stand out, as yesterday's did. After pulling out the relevant Advent themes, it concluded with the point of the Gospel, in convenient metaphor-form. (I like a good metaphor as much as the next guy, and have been known to stretch one to the breaking point and beyond. But some metaphors are best left in the junior high English classroom, however apt they may be.) The paragraph called on us "to let today's readings be an alarm, waking us from the snooze of complacency."

It ain't exactly the King James Version, is it?

On the other hand, I do like the image: not indeed of a person sound asleep, in heavy REM mode, but rather, a groggy, I-don't-wanna-go-to-school-today-Mom kind of way. Maybe its not a sign of the author's banality, as much as our own time's.